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It's Night in a verdant field adorned with ruby-like poppies.
I'm skipping and leaping among lurking Harpies.
A glittering glint suddenly appears in a blink.
It whirls around my head and says, "Prick the Sphinx!"
The doorbell chimes; Day says, "Why must you rove the flames of follies?"
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Aurora C. Noraine
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